Before each of what I deemed the Four Hard Moves on the Grand’s Upper Exum route (the step across, the friction pitch, the awkward lieback and the boulder problem in the sky), I recited a Hail Mary, chanted a Buddhist prayer and knocked on my chest three times. I also took self-portraits at every milestone just in case the camera was the only survivor.

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I want to be pregnant.

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